DESPAIR

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Despair comes in many forms.

Hits all types of people.

In countries around the world.

Even heroes can feel despair.

A PERFECT DAY TURNS TO HORROR

The perfect seaside paradise.
Oasis, Florida offers white-sand beaches,
blue skies, and tropical breezes.
The soft waves lap at the shore.
Linda and her friends prepare a barbeque
on the beach.
They are having fun—until the waves
and the wind turn violent.
They leave their belongings and run for shelter.
Shelter at the Town Hall, which had withstood
all past disasters.
However, this time it isn’t strong enough.
Lightning and thunder hit around them.
Debris flies through the air, past the
building’s tall windows.
Lightning hits the building.
Stones fly from its walls.
Dark shadows crash through
its windows.
Flying shadows with bodies of bats, and
to Shana’s horror, human heads.
One lifts her by her hair, its sharp
talons digging into her scalp.
She knows that they are in real
trouble this time.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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WE'RE HERE!

WE’RE HERE!
The Dead are rising from the smoke.
They will be walking the streets of Oasis.
Be careful to hide in your homes.
You wouldn’t want to meet them
on the deserted streets.
They will be hell to pay.
For hell will take you as
one of their own.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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SPOOKY FUN

A Florida paradise.

Tourists flock to the beaches.

Some are missing come morning.

No evidence of them left behind.

Blood red roses pop up everywhere.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

Hot summer days,

Cold nights.

Waves roaring to shore.

Who could ask for more?

Winter Wonderland in Florida

Snow falling on a glass house.

What can be as nice?

NIGHT

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   Tigers pace in their cages.

   Waiting to be set free.

   Roars fill the basement.

   Leashes jangle against bars.

   This cannot be happening.

   This cannot be so.

   No way are there tigers

   in the basement below.

   
   

   
   
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   A swarm of bats.

   Circling our heads.

   Nowhere to run.

   Nowhere to hide.

   A cave in a house.

   How can that be?

   In Oasis, Florida,

   Anything can be.

   
   

   
   
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   He comes in the night.

   Ready for the fight.

   He’ll slay us alive.

   No one will survive.

   His eyes burn blood red.

   Gleaming in his head.

   He leads The Dead right to me.

   I won’t go on bended knee.

   The creatures will be here.

   Their footsteps are too near.

   I bow my head to pray.

   Let us live one more day.

   THE DEAD GAME

OUT OF THIS FOREST

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Take me out of this forest,

Out of this tangled mess.

Away from my demons,

Who haunt me at night.

I can see the light ahead,

A beacon of light shining bright.

A view of sand and ocean,

And better times ahead.

A LITTLE MAGIC

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A LITTLE MAGIC

All we need is a little magic

to bring our fantasies to life.

A little fairy dust

to capture our hidden desires.

A little sprinkle of pink

to brighten our dreary days.

Puff.

You’re gone.

I’m in fantasy land.

THE SNOW IS BLACK

A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
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LET IT BLOOM

Watch it grow.
Watch it bloom.
Pretty rose.
Sweet perfume. 

The beautiful color.
Pink like cotton candy.
Facing the morning sun.
Happy as a dandy.

It is a bud.
When will it bloom
and open wide?
I hope it’s soon.

I’m ready for flowers.
I’m ready for spring.
Eager to see the buds.
Let the spring bells ring.

How about one rose?
The first bloom of the season.
That would be enough.
I think it’s within reason.

THE DEEP

THE DEEP

The water sparkles.

A bottomless pit.

Shadows of tree limbs

drift along its murky surface.

It snatches pieces of debris

on its journey down river.

Rocks, branches, leaves…

fall into its dark abyss.

Something is moving.

A hand.

Reaches for me.

An inky black hand.

What should I do?

Wait.

Two arms.

A dark figure

emerges from the water.

Too big to be human.

It’s facing me.

It doesn’t have eyes.

A dark shadow,

dripping inky slime.

It roars.

It walks toward me.

I want to run.

I want to hide.

But I can’t.

My feet are stuck to the ground.

More roaring sounds.

More creatures are rising.

Is this real?

Am I dreaming?

All becomes quiet.

No roaring.

What happened?

“What are you doing?”

I turn around.

I’m standing in front

of the TV screen.

My friends stare back at me.

I’m blocking a horror movie.

I feel embarrassed.

I feel myself being hit

by popcorn.

Another Saturday night.

BEHIND THE DOOR

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BEHIND THE DOOR

Lights.

Sounds.

Should I

turn the knob.

and open the door?

Others have done it.

They’ve returned safe.

Should I?

I could enter my dreams.

My fantasies.

The door beckons.

The noises become louder.

Is that blood creeping out?

It must be a trick.

The Dead love their games.

THE DEAD GAME